in our home town. Okay, so we didn't have a beach or the weather, but I needed more than that, I needed adventure. The places we could both agree on dwindled dramatically, and only three choices remained.
             Egypt was a bit too expensive, and the Canary Islands, it seemed, were limited in the adventure stakes; Turkey seemed to have it all. Turkey, like other places in the Mediterranean, had a large British tourist turnover. The cold and wet has driven British people to the Mediterranean since the early days of jet liners - towns and resorts have sprung up all over southern Europe to cope with the demand. Turkey was no different in that respect. It was warm, cheap to get there and cheap to stay. Beer was 50 pence a bottle, and you couldn't even buy water for that in England. Rob was impressed. 'I'm going to need a lot of money', he said, grinning.
             After a couple of hours flicking through brochures and supping tea, we found a nice looking, cheap package deal from Lunn Poly - one of the major tour operators in the UK. A flight from Manchester to Marmaris on the southern coast of Turkey, with two weeks hotel included for just £150 – Sold!
             Two and a half hours on a Boeing 737, a light lunch and a film I'd already seen later, we touched down at Dalaman airport, and a coach was taking us to our resort hotel. That was one of the good things about package holidays; we had a representative from Lunn Poly looking after us, so we didn't need to worry about where we were going, or who to ask for directions. On the coach there were old people, young couples, families with young children, and groups of friends of all shapes and sizes. Each packed a suitcase and an expression of exhaustion.
             We were jolted and pushed around as the coach wound it's way up through the mountains, managing to dodge some potholes but hitting others with a deep THUD, passing farmers' tractors and c...